My friend Maxine and I are huge make-up fans. Between us we own enough to start a shop, and our thirteen-year friendship has been built – at least in part – on a mutual love of slap. She lives in the arse end of beyond (Swindon), so as soon as she booked her train ticket […]
Monthly Archives: November 2013
I don’t usually get to eat at places like Duck and Waffle at the Heron Tower, which at forty floors above ground is the UK’s highest restaurant. Reservations are hard to come by and the wine list is exorbitant, so the place is inevitably packed out with flash bastards who don’t mind spending at least […]
Walk in to any one of Paul A. Young’s caves of confectionary delights and you’ll be immediately overcome by the powerful aroma of deepest, darkest chocolate. Platters of individual mouthfuls are piled high in displays that would make Bruce Bogtrotter jizz in his pants, and an expensive hush blankets the room.